Nora arrived Monday morning…..I briefed her on the weekend

Handed to her the challenge of cleaning him up, including the big clump of dried blood still on his head

”He is yours for the next 8 hours”

I put my phone on Do Not Disturb, blocked the world out

I went up to my secret tree house in the water tower, did a full hour of yin yoga

I could feel the attitude adjustment begin to happen, my hardened places softening

I don’t exactly know how to describe how I was feeling, but it wasn’t good

The weekend had been really really hard to endure

So I fashioned as complete an escape as I could, sequestered myself in my exercise tree house, alone, phone on DND

I was pushing the world away, claiming space for me, only allowing what and a few who’s I wanted to connect with into my moment

I suppose it gave me a sense of control, something I really felt I didn’t have much of all weekend

I left it on DND all day, my way of protesting I guess

I have reached burnout

I have seen my limit (which is saying alot)

I don’t have a map back yet

I feel like I am standing still, letting the world whosh by me, brain dead

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